Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 22

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Hmm, okay, nice job, Dante, we're being chased by cops now.

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The gunshots kept going off as Dante continued on at a fast speed down the road. You were holding on to him for dear life, afraid you might fall off with one little slip. Slowly, you began to open your eyes and looked beyond your right shoulder. Sirens went off as the police cars' wheels squealed while gaining speed to catch up to the both of you. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to calm your nerves but it didn't help very much.

"How are you holding out back there?" Dante asked over the loud engine and sirens. You shook your head at the stupid question.

"Are you kidding me? You do know there is like, three cop cars on our tail, right?" you replied. Dante chuckled.

"Yeah, it's kinda hard not to hear them when they're right behind you," he remarked as he smirked to himself. You rolled your eyes. Dante began to gain up speed, quickly dodging a truck in the process.

"Holy shit!" you cussed, tightly shutting your eyes while Dante averted the bike in a tilt to avoid a passing car. "Dante, you're going to get us killed!" you shouted.

"Chill out, Dante's got it under control," he remarked.

"No, what Dante has under control is us getting into a shit load of trouble," you retorted.

"But don't you love the excitement?" he grinned. You let out a frustrated growl and looked behind you; the police were not far behind. Dante once again turned the motorcycle to the side, catching you off guard. Your hands began to slip from his waist. You gasped lightly. Oh no, you thought as you were slowly beginning to panic. If you slipped and dropped from this bike, there was no way you were going to come out of that alive.

Dante was going at 100 km/h, and there beginning a strong wind against the two of you that was also added to the problem. You could feel your once laced hands beginning to loosen and lose its grip on Dante's trench coat. Tightly, you shut your eyes, preying for your death to be quick and painless. With one more great force of the wind your hands slipped from its grasp. You couldn't help but scream as if you had no idea this was to happen, to be your fate. Suddenly, you felt a tight grip on your arm before you had fallen backwards onto the road. Dante held your arm tightly.

"Babe, hold on!" he shouted, looking at you over his shoulder occasionally. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he threw you in front of him on the bike. You sat on the spot in front of Dante, you were facing his front. "Hold on to me," he told you, letting go of your arm and placing his hand on the motorcycle's handle. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your face into his chest. You could still feel your heartbeat going off still rapidly at the freighting experience. Thank God for Dante, you thought, smiling to yourself.

"You okay?" Dante asked, turning the bike away from a car.

"I am now," you answered. He smirked and continued on. "Where are we running off to exactly?" you asked. You looked through your surroundings. You could see Dante and you have already entered the city leaving there to be many cars in Dante's way.

"To Maxis' place," he answered, dodging a motorcycle.

"Will we get there in time?"

"We'll just wait and see," he replied. Oh, yeah, that's what I wanted to do. You shook your head again. Suddenly, you felt Dante's arm around your mid back, pulling you closer towards him. You closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest, waiting for all this to be over. Gunshots were then heard again from the sidelines. You shot your eyes open and gazed at the cops on the sidewalks who were holding their guns out, trying to take out the bike's wheels.

"Talk about Grand Theft Auto," you remarked.

"Uh-oh," Dante then said. You looked up at him with a questionable gaze.

"Uh-oh? What's uh-oh?" you asked, beginning to once again get panicky. He kept silent, gazing in front of him, his eyes slowly becoming wide. You hesitantly looked over your shoulder. A truck was turning away, trying to avoid the two of you. But as it turned, the back of the truck turned along, causing it to be a big wall in your way. The clasps that held the back compartment snapped open. The large compartment slid on its side against the hard pavement and began flipping over towards the two of you. Your eyes widened.

"Oh...my...God..."

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*Author's Note: Hnn~ I'd say, that even though these chapters are very short, I think the story is still pretty good. You have Destined Shadow on quizilla to thank for that, even though she makes so, so many errors in this writing. We all make errors, this is very true, but I mean, look at hers when I haven't edited it some time, seriously.